Rolling clouds swirled ominously, seemingly alive. The sky was black with thick smoke, that s downwards and wrapped around her neck

 

until it threatened to suffocate.. Choking, she gasped on what little air seemed to reach her lungs., clawing at the passing trees until her

 

fingernails were bloody. The pain never registered in her mind.

    

Run. Run! Her instincts screamed.. Stumbling, she heaved a sob. Desperate panic clawed at her insides, as she felt a hand grasp her ankle. She

 

shrieked, and tumbled to the ground. Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, you can’t run,, you can’t escape…

  

 

 The last thing she saw were the dark clouds moving above her, and everything went black.

 

    

 

They had said that he would be fine.

    

He should be recovering well, they had murmured in her ear. The condolences were always sickening, like syrup that threatened to fill her lungs. The

 

words that said pity and the eyes that reflected the just opposite. I’m glad I’m not you.

    

Well, she would have been glad to be anyone else but her right now. Because he was not fine. And he wasn’t recovering well. He was dead. The ing

 

liars.

    

    She had always supposed she would be get married someday, though it never occurred to her how soon. University, a job, stable income, perhaps

 

those came beforehand. That was before she met him. He was sitting in the corner of the university library, books and all spread out before him, fast

 

asleep. She had crept beside him, quietly tiptoeing as not to wake the sleeping angel, but conveniently tripped and ended up in the obligatory place of

 

Suho’s arms. He asked her out a week later.

 

    He was sweet, kind, gentle, and stubbornly difficult to make angry. It often made her wonder what it would take to fire up that temper of his, but it

 

never seemed to happen. In the end, she never did get to see it.. Perhaps it was that very nature of his that caused her to fall- hard. She soon found herself

 

craving that loving smile, his abashed laughs, the feel of his hand in hers: and when it was ripped from her so suddenly, she was left with what felt like a

 

gaping hole in her chest and a permanent inability to breathe.

 

    The world is a cruel place. The words echoed in her head that morning as she stepped on the bus clutching her purse. The rain had caught her by

 

surprise, drenching her in a matter of seconds. Cruel indeed. She gazed out the window listlessly, lost in her thoughts.

  

 She was jostled from her daydream as the bus came to a stop. The doors swung open and she sighed, closing her eyes, and braced herself for the day

 

ahead.

 

                                                                             .                   .                   .

 

 

    Min Young, Min Young. My love.

 

    She heard his voice clearly. It was unmistakable.

  

  Min Young, my love.

 

  Whispers caressed her, drawing her forward.

 

   She slipped past the marble gateway in that arched above her, towards the darkness.

 

   Suho? Where are you?! Answer me!

 

   The dark forest engulfed her as she searched wildly, eyes wide. Desperation gripped her and the woods melted away from her vision as she

 

began to run. Thunder rumbled, and the dark clouds, murmured enticing words, but no rain fell. Still she ran, until her arms were bleeding from

 

the thickets and thorns that grabbed at her. She let out a frustrated scream.

 

 

My love, my love, my love. Where are you?